know me. he said, you don't know the name. i said, no, i'm sorry, sir, where did i meet you before. he said, you have never met me. i said, what's the name? he said it. he said, is your dad here? yeah, he's here. he walked over, said his name. immediately my dad lights up. gives him a big hug and tells me the story i had never been told before. this man's father was my grandfather's best friend. went off to war with him. one day they came out of the frenchs on the russian front and advanced across the trench lines. when this man's father came back, my grandfather didn't. he sat there until it got dark, crawled out to where they were and found my grandfather, half dead, with a huge chest wound and dragged him back into the fox hole.